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Eliza: Chapter Ten: A Good Friend

June 20, 2009


The whole world seemed to be crashing down on Eliza.

Darryl had run off, and she’d let her friendship with Misss Emmy fade away. Eliza had never felt so alone before. Her house remained unfinished, with weeds growing where carpet should be. There was never enough money to do anything, it seemed, but keep herself and her two girls fed and clothed.

She felt scared and overwhelmed all of the time.   Eliza knew she needed to feel strong again — strong and in control.    There was only one thing she could think of to do.

She needed a haircut.


As the pieces of hair fell into the sink, Eliza felt the weight begin to lift. She realized the strength she had been feeling these past few months was merely a facade, and inside she was filled with pain for the past and fear for the future. Bit by bit, the hair fell into the sink, and Eliza’s pain swelled and grew. The tears came, and this time Eliza did not push them back. This time she let them fall, one by one, until they came in a steady stream down her lovely face.


When the tears subsided, strangely enough, Eliza felt stronger than she had in a long time. There were things to deal with now. She picked up the phone and dialed Miss Emmy’s number.

Miss Emmy was glad to hear from Eliza, and came right over.  Seeing the pain on Eliza’s face, Emmy enveloped her in a big hug. Eliza melted, and allowed herself to feel the warm comfort of her dear friend’s energy and strength. Eliza felt the tears well up again, though she was sure she’d cried them all out. Emmy held Eliza at arm’s length. “What’s the matter, dear?


“I’ve messed everything up, Miss Emmy,” Eliza said.

“How so?”

“Darryl’s run off, I can’t pay my bills.  The girls are growing up without a father, or a floor! I’m tired all the time…”

“Oh, Eliza, that’s all a part of growing up and starting a family.  Darryl will be back — he loves you, dear.   As for bills, well…you keep at it, and the money will come,”  said Emmy.

“Yes, but there was this man, and he had a gun.  Well…it was more like a ray gun, but it was still a gun, and…” Eliza began.

“What?” asked Emmy, squinting her eyes in disbelief.

“You don’t believe me,” said Eliza.   “Of all people, I thought you would believe me.”


“Oh, I believe you dear,” said Emmy. “But I’m afraid the situation is more dire than I thought. Let’s go inside.”

Once inside, Emmy questioned Eliza on the recent happenings in her life.   Eliza told her of the strange doctor-looking man whom she had found with Darryl, of the repo man’s ray gun, and of all the stresses and strains of being a new mother.   Emmy looked around with wide eyes — at the dead money trees, the bare floors and walls, and the bathroom filled with weeds.

“Eliza,” Emmy said, “you need some money.”

“I know, Emmy, but like I told you, I’m too stressed all the time to keep the money trees healthy.   They keep dying on me.”

“Sometimes, Eliza, even powerful women need to go to the bank.”

Emmy picked up the phone and rapidly dialed a number.   After a brief conversation, kaching kaching, Eliza had $2000 simoleans in her hands. As Eliza stood there stunned and speechless, but Emmy only smiled and headed for the door.   As she was holding the door open to leave, she paused, and turned back toward Eliza.

“Eliza?” said Emmy. “We have much work to do yet, you and I.   I know life is hard, and gets overwhelming, but you need to make the effort to stay in touch.  Your female friendships are so important.  They are what bouy you in the difficult times.  Be well, Eliza, and spend that money wisely.”

“I will, Miss Emmy.”

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. June 23, 2009 8:41 am

    Poor Eliza! I feel her pain. Glad she’s on the upswing now. Also very glad you updated! 🙂

  2. pieridae permalink*
    June 23, 2009 11:44 am

    Thanks tac! It’s about time I got back to my story, I figure. 🙂

  3. Sizza permalink
    February 5, 2010 10:15 pm

    I think this update is very good. Bastard Daryll!

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